St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-09-18

| olStluS tilcll, lllulilS GlldG tIlc DeSb Ddlt
by which to lure the handsome and dis
tinguished-looking Capt. Vernon to theil
sat homes'' was the presence of the
pretty Mrs. Dearing," invited them
both constantly. Soon Marion's head
became filled by confused phantaSma-
goria, in which diamond earrings, plush
hangingS, tropical plants and champagne
luncheOnS surrounded one central figure
"a tall. dark man, with bold eyes and
gentle manners, whose voice saying all
sorts OF things she ought not to listen to
form running accompaniment to her
| dreams.
Meanwhile Tom was delighted to find
how amiable and contented his wife
relinquished all notion of going on the
stage. She certainly required more
I pocket money than before; but, as she
explained, she must dress we'll when
Mrs. Darlington took her for drives.
Tom arranged to do some extra VOL k in
the city, and was frequently detained
there until past O'Clock. On his re-
| turn, ii she was not playing for chart
| ties he would find her bright and affec-
Tomato, if sometimes little restless in
manner. She would wait upon him at
| dinner with coquettish charm new to
her, and when he sat by the fire after
|
| INTO MS commonplace cOuntenance with
a usefulness in her eyes he did not I'M
| derStand.
And her husband, remembering how
comparatively cold and passive she had
| formerly been toward him, decided that
little harmless excitement was evil
IDENTIFY what she required. and often
called down blessings ON amateur the
atricalS in general, and the Macready
club in particular.
AT last one morning. rather more than
year after Mrs. Bearings introduction
to the amateur stage, she informed her
husband that she had been asked to
| play the principal part in the perform
ity.' What particular charity she
could not say; but here was an ignO-
rance shared by most of the amateurs.
| These little periodical trips into the en-
vlrons OF London with party of friends
were, however, much in vogue with the
Macreadys, and itcOuld at least be fairly
said that there was quite as much char
lty as there was art in their perform
aHceS.
THE change will do you good, dare
say" Tom said to his wife,as she helped
him on with his great coat and carefully
avoided meeting. his eye. You have
OSSIi iOOhiliSo ldIuCl ptlC L
be back from the city until Son Tues
day; but after dinner I'll run.now to
Richmond and bring you home"
mo, don't do that" she said, looking
up quickly, while the blood suddenly
rushed to her face. "My part is over
soon, and we begin so early,I shall be
home before II. Mrs. Darlington is
going to drive me back in her brOug-
ham,"
Marion told falsehoods very badly;
but it did not occur to her husband to
doubt her, and sharp pang of remOrse
shot through her as she saw how easy it
was to deceive him. She stood watch
ing his somewhat stout, thick-set figure
from the open door as he passed down
the street thinking how kind he was,
but yet how badly his clothes fitted him
compared to those of Capt. Vernon.
Tuesday, fixed for the Richmond per-
Torrance, came in due course, and SO
excited was Marion, presumably over
her part, that she lay awake crying all
the night, and came to breakfast so
white and red-eyed that Tom would
have certainly remarked it but for the
fact that the kidneys were. so badly
cooked he could think and speak of
nothing else.
Soon after 8 O'clock that evening he
returned, and was sitting down to his
solitary dinner when the poStman
brought letter directed to Tom Dear
ing in wOman's hand quite unfamiliar
to him. go.
He opened it curiouSly,. and had
scarcely read it through whenhe leaped
from his chair with face as pale as
MariOn's had been. when he;had taken
leave of her that morning. -, -
The letter was signed "Adela Yer
.nOn," and the writer, who stated that
she was Capt. Vernon's wife, living
apart from him on account of his mis-
conduct, bitterly reproached Mr.. Dear
ing for his folly in allowing his wife to
be publicly known as Capt. Vernon's
mistress.
With an hour. of reading it Tom Dear
ing was in the train OH his way to Rich
mOnd. :.
The first thing that met his eyes as he
reached his destingatiOn was a pink
playbill announcing the amateur per-
Torrance given in hall of the town in
aid of a local charity. He glanced down
the cast, neither his wife's nor Capt.
Vernon's name was among the list.
He gained admittance behind the
scenes by representing himself as one
of the club; such Of the amateurs as,
fussily Self-important or happily indif-
lected sin the wings" stared at him
SupercilliOuSly. Tom bearing walked
straight to Mrs. Darlington, who, in
superb toilet. was waiting for her cue
at the side.
e Mrs. Darlington" he said in a raised
voice, ''where is my wife?'
The lady thus addressed flushed with
astonishment and Indignation.
Dear me, Mr.. bearing, how should I
know? Sh-! please don't make noise,
am waiting for my cue?"
''Is she here with you to-night?" he
asked sternly.
mo, of course not; can't you see by
the programme? You really must not
talk so loudly at the side. If you want
to see the piece | am sure my brother
will give you seat. Please take care!
you are treading on my train and do be
quiet; every word can be heard, and [
shall miss my cue"
'sMrS. Darlington, if you wont tell me
where my wife is will follow you to
the stage and ask you there. l trusted
her in your care-yOu are responsible
for her. She told me she was PLAYING
here tonight, and l will know where
she is"
A moment later and the amateur per-
Torrance would have been awakened
from its dead level of practiced medic
Gritty by a dash of drama in real earnest.
Mrs. Darlington had swept on to the
the stage in storm of friendly ap-
plause, and Tom bearing was dashing
after her when his arm was seized and
he himself drawn persuasivel on one
side by the Hon. Mrs. Mordaunt.
She was woman of the world, but she
had some heart, little battered pos
sibly, but still in working order.
go home; your wife won't be long,"
she said. ''She was going to play in the
farce and came down with us, but was
taken so ill with nervous headache
that she was obliged to 60 back to town.
My sister was with her, and if she isn't